I hear the rain tiptoeing;
I hear footsteps on top
Giving the thirsty ground
Spoonful of drops;
‘Tis a hypnotizing noise
The drip, drip, drippety, drop
And when the rain is gone,
After the rain has stopped
Leaving the clouds
frail and angel-pale;
A radiant light with lustrous-gold;
Shines with warmth the land to hold.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Puerto Ricans who live in the countryside love to hear the raindrops fall on their tin roof. Being a tropical island, we get a lot of yearly rain. Many a times I've fallen asleep hearing the drip, drip, drippety, drop of the rain.
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Comments7
Beautiful tribute to a relaxing sound!
Thank you for your kind words and for reading my poem. I love to write about the rain.
You are very welcome and I love the rain, as well!
a symphony of raindrops in your lovely poem.
Thank you ww, you do have a way with words... I like you comment. I can modify it to read, for a short poem, "a symphony of raindrops is your lovely voice". Just thinking...
RR sounds good go for it. I have a poem called a symphony of raindrops , but it's about a dream.
I do so like your poem though!
Just like the rain - a beautiful flow; you paint a picture with words
Thank you for your kind words and for reading my poem.
Great write, being a farmer I love the rain
Really captivating, especially the last stanza. Thanks for sending.
Kurt
Amigo, tengo un granero con techo de hojalata. (Lamina metal) Me encanta escuchar las gotas de lluvia en el techo. Que tus cosechas de la vida sea abundante. Lo disfrute mucho.
I really enjoyed this poem! Nice job 🙂
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